Dedicated to Jennifer Kempton, and all other exited folks who left us too early.
I am writing this in a shock, deep grief and complex trauma.
Last week, I heard about the terrible early death of Jennifer Kempton, who as an exited woman founded Survivor’s Ink.
She was a great warrior, who give back dignity and hope to so many exited folks.
I hardly knew except through the network of exited women and their allies, but her death has pull out all my buried grief.
I want to write to one of the most important reason so many exited folks die young or before they can reach a place of peace.
This is the almost total lack of proper exiting programmes anywhere.
When the prostituted exit for the most part, they are left to fend for themselves.
They may receive coffee and condoms.
If very lucky they may get short-term…
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Hoping for understanding…
As a group campaigning for the Nordic Model approach to prostitution, we find people often berate us for not “listening to sex workers.” If we did, they say, we’d know they all want full decriminalisation of the sex trade and oppose the Nordic Model.
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I received a form letter yesterday from the hospice agency that took care of my mother in the last days. Continue reading
You don’t, ever. Not quite. But time can do amazing things. A deep wound scabs over, and the scab becomes a scar, and then one day you look for the scar and it’s barely visible.
What’s important is not to become the wound. Not to spend your life and your time and your attention on the hurt and the heartbreak. Take it and make art with it, instead, or use it to push yourself forward, into things, not away from them.
1988 premier in Asheville, NC of The Last Temptation of Christ
FAVOURITE MOVIES | Kiss of the Spider Woman (1985)
“Once upon a time, on a tropical island far away, there lived a strange woman. She wore a long gown of black lamé that fit her like a glove. But the poor thing, she was caught in a giant spider web that grew out of her own body. One day a shipwrecked man drifted onto the beach. She fed him and cared for his wounds. She nourished him with love and brought him back to life. When he awoke, he gazed up at the spider-woman and saw a perfect tear-drop slide from under her mask. Why is she crying?”
Or Hiding in Plain Sight. You are driving on the interstate, any interstate, and I guarantee you will pass signs for “Gentleman’s Clubs” accompanied by an outline or photo of a nubile young woman. You will, if you are a woman, and if you notice the sign, tolerate it as the price of being female. Because that is how it is. Continue reading